There are snakes inside my head
Slithering and whispering
Biting me and scratching me
My brain is slowly blistering
Breaking all things good inside
Stumbling and crumbling
And I slowly start to understand
The evil thoughts they're mumbling
Now they are a vital part
Lending me a helping hand
I would tell someone about it
But no one would understand.
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When they don't understand (poems)
Puisi"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
